America, the Australia to Canada’s New Zealand

The United States of America.

Land of Supersize Me, The statue of Liberty, George Bush and Corn Syrup Paradise.

After talking too much about how I love to travel and see new things, and having not really traveled or seen any new things outside of Ontario since September 2011, I decided it was time to try that might land, connected to the mighty land I live in, that has a very similar culture, but arguably better food, weirder people, and the Cheesecake Factory.

And so I booked flights to Boston.

Lets not go crazy here. I was just going for the weekend, and I wanted to dip my toe into the United States. Boston was the perfect compromise. It was also kind of the halfway point between Toronto and Miami, the destination my travel companion was coming from (no don’t look at the map, just take my word for it. It’s halfway). SO off I went, a little nervous considering my last experience with American immigration (when I had to transfer at Newark airport and saw a vaguely Arab looking guy being escorted to a little room). I left Toronto on Porter Airline, and landed in sunny Boston.

From the air, Boston looks tiny, but I found over the weekend that it is a hugely interesting and vivacious city, packed into a small space.

The lady at immigration wanted to know my life story (in a nice way) telling me in her thick Bawwwwston drawl that she has always wanted to visit Australia. My line stopped moving and the people behind me moved on to other queues until I was the last one. She was laughing and giving me travel tips. WOW! Maybe I love America!

The guy who stopped me when I was wheeling my bag was less friendly, crew-cut, beefy, he looked through every page of my passport asking me questions like:

“Where you staying? How long are you staying for? Who do you know in Boston?”

When I answered truthfully that I don’t know anyone but that I was meeting my friend from Miami, he glared at me suspiciously and said:

“You have an Australian paaayyysport but you don’t have an Australian ayyyyccent”

When I began to explain that I had lived overseas for a number of years, he made a kind of growling sound, thrust my payyysport back into my hand and rounded on the Asian couple struggling with the cheap blue, red and white carrier bags coming of the carousel.

But then it was freedom! Hello USA!

The weekend was insanely fun. We did so much stuff and loved every minute of it. We went shopping on Newbury street, we went to Fenway Park home of the Red Sox, walked the freedom trail with a guide in period dress, supposedly related to the guy he was playing, we went to Quincy market where I ate clam chowder (which tasted a bit sandy to me if I’m being honest), we went to Harvard, the Aquarium and we ate and drank ourselves into a coma at every available opportunity.

Yes the portion sizes in America seemed bigger, and there were definitely some SUPER weirdos on the train (which we conquered thankyouverymuch) but over-all, I found the Bostonians to be an EXTREMELY friendly bunch of people. Americans clearly love Aussies, I didn’t pay for a drink all weekend as they were always being bought for me and wanted to tell me about their cousins/friends/neighbours living in Bondi/Melbourne/the Gold Coast. They are smiley and they think my accent is adorable and hilarious (even though they are the ones you can barely understand…take that stupid airport guy). They are a cultured bunch and they have a beautiful lifestyle with their huge water front, history interposed with modern conveniences, and their love of good food.

For a first time experience to the United States, I would rate it highly and I would love to go back once I’ve seen more of America.

But it was nice too, to land back in Toronto, and feel comfort looking at the familiar CN tower glowing in the darkness, and realize that Toronto feels more and more like home.


Our tour Guide

Our Tour Guide


Fenway Park


Harvard University


Beautiful Architecture in the City


Drinking with the Locals (after they had a re-enactment)



An extra day, A special day

ImageThe 29th of February should be a public holiday. Although it feels like any other day, there is also something about it that makes me think of it as a gift. An extra 24hour period to live in this beautiful world. Funny coincidence on a day like today that I was too sick to go into work. 

It is the first sick day I have had to take since working for Camp Timberlane when I started in June. So on this extra day of the year, I made brownies, stayed in my pajama’s, slept, read Game of Thrones: A storm of Swords, wrote 200 words of a one woman show, skyped with mum and watched the snow fall through my bedroom window. There is nothing like a day at home doing nothing. All my roomies are oot and aboot at their various jobs and lives and the place is quiet and serene, as is the white dusted world outside.

Sometimes I hate to be idle, I am happiest when it is go go go, and the idea of sitting with myself is boring. But today was different, I turned inward and concentrated on health, rather then looking outward for stimulation.

It’s also the end of the month, which makes me whimsical and think about what I have achieved. March starts tomorrow and that Idea is insane, because March means we’re well underway for this year, and it feels like we just had Christmas. I always like to take the start of each month to think about what needs to be achieved and where to go from here on in.

For me, March is exciting. I’m going to Boston in just over a week, for a weekend away with my Miami girlfriend Amanda. In March, I am going to see a hockey game and be in a corporate box with my acting friend Jenny. I’m going to see the Black Keys and Arctic Monkeys with boyf and two of his friends. I’m going to London Ontario for a weekend of debauchery and St Paddy’s day madness. 

And as March progresses, it is meant to get warmer. This has been the mildest winter in years according to my friends, so, I don’t know how I would have survived if it had been as thick and furious as it has been in the past. Because I am over the cold, I’m over sweating in my jacket in the subway, I’m over my face skin drying out and coming off in flakes. I love the snow, but there hasn’t been enough to make a snowman! Maybe next year.

In conclusion, yay for the 29th of February, and yay for March, and life in general!